Enji Novels & Stories

She stared at me, trying to figure me out. “I’ll go a step further—if you let me keep Jezebel, in three full moons I'll take Marianna as my mate. She is a beautiful girl. It would be my honor.” I added, and I meant it. Marianna with her fiery red hair, and freckled face, was very attractive.

“I am not going anywhere. This war must stop, now.” Bozo chuckled. Kachi had broken out of his hiding place and was running towards them. In his hands was the rein of Bozo’s black stallion. A horse he had named, Ghost, some few days ago. “Take her to safety,” Bozo grunted and took the rein from the commander, “Make sure her injuries are attended to.” Kachi nodded and tried to take Ejima, but the woman would have none of it. “I said this war should end now.”

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Louis Reginald Sparks, twenty-seven-year-old vocalist of the band Run Up My Galaxy, charming and a minion of fate, like any normal person, loved surprises. In fact, I used to love it. His younger brother Tom is too. However, the surprises presented by their common beloved woman with the gentle nickname Kitsune sometimes made them pretty nervous.

“Can you please book me an Uber? I couldn’t find my phone. I think I lost it somewhere.” He caught her when she was about to fall and wrapped his muscular arm around her waist before forcing her toward the stool. She didn’t recognize him because she was smiling at him. She stroked his face with her fingers. “You’ve got beautiful eyes. They look like the ocean, deep blue.”

he uttered flatly. Emily again tried to remove his hands from her waist, and this time, Drake released her. She stood up straight, her expression didn’t change at all, but it had a cold aura flexing on her eyes. “So, what if I am jealous, huh?!” she growled, her lips trembling. “I don’t have the right to get jealous, alpha…” she mumbled. “… will anything change when I’m jealous? None right? So, stop worrying and keep insisting that I am jealous because I don’t have the right.” She uttered coldly.

she said as her head hung low, feeling defeated. Her mate came up and grabbed her face and held it so he could get a good look even if she couldn't see him behind the darkness. "You're doing what you need to. What anyone would do in your situation. You're a warrior, Riley. I'm so proud of you already. I can't wait till you're back home in the pack."

Two fingers together under her nose and her eyes just looking past Kenji. “No we didn’t” Sachi replied reluctantly. Kenji smirked. “There was no need to do that. The guy is Takashi Fujiwara and he has no relationship with any other gang and the girl is…… “Then where has he been all this while?” Kenji asked. “That is a good question Sachi” Megumi said looking up at her. “And the girl? What’s her name?” “Geiru” Sachi replied. “Yeah. Did you run a background check on her?” Megumi asked.

she screamed manically. Avamarie lifted her arms and pulled two trees out of the ground behind her. With a twist the saplings exploded sending bark and wood flying everywhere. When the chips settle the two pieces were formed into spears then she flicked her wrists and sent them flying at Jenevive. Jenevive swiped a hand in front of her and a wall of fire sprung up incinerating the trees on contact. She pushed her hands forward and the wall sped across the clearing straight at Avamarie. I was shocked that there was not a single blade of grass burned in its wake.

Camellia “Need some help?” I look up from my chopping board and see Nero approaching me with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He’s wearing a coy, lopsided smirk and my stupid heart starts beating faster. “You want to help me cook?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and he shrugs. “I don’t mind. Morana and Aeron are keeping Nereo busy and it gives me an excuse to spend more time with you,” he says, leaning against the marble counter and crossing his arms. “So, put me to work, Lupina.”